ots off to find the
one you desire to see. You do not have long to wait, for the animal
courteously rises, humps up his or her back, stretches, yawns, and with
the remark, "the galoot wants to interview me, probably, and I wish he
would keep away," the particular one sought for comes to the reception
room and puts out its front foot for a shake, smiles and says, "Glad you
came. Was afraid you would let us go away and not call."

Then the cow or steer sits down on its haunches and the conversation flows
in easy channels. You ask how they like the country, and if they have good
times, and if they are not hard worked, and all that; and they yawn and
say the country is splendid at this season of the year, and that when
passing along the road they feel as though they would like to get out in
some meadow, and eat grass and switch flies.

The steer asks the visitor if he does not want to look through the car,
when he says he would like to if it is not too much trouble. The
steer says it is no trouble at all, at the same time shaking his horns as
though he was mad, and kicking some of the gilding off of a stateroom.

"This," says the steer who is doing the honors, "is the stateroom occupied
by old Brindle, who is being shipped from St. Joseph, Mo. Brindle weighs
1,600 on foot--Brindle, get up and show yourself to the gentleman."

Brindle kicks off the red blanket, rolls her eyes in a lazy sort of way,
bellows, and stands up in the berth, humps up her back so it raises the
upper berth and causes a heifer that is trying to sleep off a debauch of
bran mash, to kick like a steer, and then looks at the interviewer as much
as to say, "O, go on now and give us a rest." Brindle turns her head to a
fountain that is near, in which Apollinaris water is flowing, perfumed
with new mown hay, drinks, turns her head and licks her back, and stops
and thinks, and then looking around as much as to say, "Gentlemen, you
will have to excuse me," lays down with her head on a pillow, pulls the
coverlid over her and begins to snore.

The attendant steer steers the visitor along the next apartment, which is
a large one, filled with cattle in all positions. One is lying in a
hammock, with her feet on the window, reading the Chicago _Times_ article
on Oleomargarine, or Bull Butter, at intervals stopping the reading to
curse the writer, who claims that oleomargarine is an unlawful
preparation, containing deleterious substances.

A party of four oxen a